I'm a bigger ponce than my bloody pouf of a Sire. She's been gone for less than two hours, yet I'm fully awake and dressed, just *waiting* for the sun to set so I can be at her side again. And the worst part about it is... I don't care!
I don't *care* that I'm completely Willow-whipped, *or* that I'm gonna be the laughing-stock of the demon world when it gets around that I'm completely taken with the smallish slip of a human girl! Of course, she *is* a *witch*, so it's not quite as bad as it *could* be, but still! And if the local demons ever find out that I went house hunting-- with *money* instead of *fangs*-- I won't be able to show my face in certain circles without causing a literal laugh *riot*! But that's all right.
She *loves* me! My sweet, beautiful, smart girl *loves* me, for some strange reason, and... That's all that matters; that's all I need.
And I love her, too. I almost fucked up and told her so; almost forgot my carefully formulated plan. Fortunately, I remembered just in time, and managed to hold the words back... or *some* of them, anyway. I'm going to tell her, but... not just yet. No, I'm not gonna say it until she's standing in the back yard of the little house I just bought.
It's still amusing to me that the majority of humans in this town can somehow blind themselves to what's going on around them, yet don't bat an eye when someone says they can only look at houses after dark. But humans are funny that way... they only see what they *want* to see, which in the case of my real estate broker is a big, fat commission check. And it's amazing how quickly the bint was willing to push the paperwork through when I told her there'd be a truly impressive bonus in it for her if I could move in by the weekend. I suppose greed is universal, though.
I had no idea of how much cash the bloody git had set me up with until I made that one call to the bank, but he'd apparently been thinking about real estate costs in *LA*, because with the amount he settled on me...? Hell, I could have bought his old mansion a few times over! Not that I'm complaining, mind you! I'm looking at it as sort of my dowry... if I were human, and a girl... and if this was the eighteenth century instead of the twenty-first. But whatever. The pouf did *more* than right by me, and honestly, I probably have enough left to let Red decorate any way she wants *and* pay her tuition for the next twenty years or so.
And that's all to the good, because I can barely stand being apart from her, especially after the hours we spent in my bed earlier. I can still smell her on the air, and her hoarse cries are locked in my memory. Or they are until later tonight, when I'm hoping she'll replace them with a whole *new* selection of Red's greatest hits.
Sun goes down... sky turns black...
I can hardly wait for you...
I can't believe the madness
In everything you do...
I used to dream in black and white,
But now I see the world in a different light...
And finally it's dark out... or dark *enough*, anyway. I know she's at the Magic Box, and much as I want to just race right over there and grab her hard, I have to make sure that everything's ready for tonight. It's gonna be a big surprise for her... does she even *like* surprises? I'm not really sure about that, but with any luck she'll like *this* one.
It's a nice little house; almost exactly what I was looking for. The only thing I *don't* like is the bloody white picket fence, but there isn't much I can do about that at the moment, although... maybe I can paint it some other colour. Something a bit more demon-y. But the back yard is perfect. It's not huge, but it's big enough for the little pond, and the four willow trees, with a good bit of space left in the middle. And it's far enough from the center of town that we'll be able to see the stars without the reflected glow of the lights getting in the way.
I stroll quickly through the rooms that now belong to me, and I think she's gonna like it here. The kitchen's a bit small, but I don't figure either of us is gonna be doing much cooking-- other than in the sexual sense, of course-- and the living room's just big enough for a few chairs and a couch. The upstairs is just as simple. Three bedrooms, two full baths, and a few closets. That's it. But it's more than enough, and assuming she decides that she wants to live here with me...? Well, having her here will make it more of a palace than if it was bloody Buckingham!
Your love colours... colours everything...
Your love colours... colours everything...
Your love colours... colours everything...
You're coming to me... fill me and fill me...
Show me your colours, baby...
Your love colours...
So that's what I hope. And that's why I arranged for the table full of tasty morsels-- tasty *human*-style morsels, I mean. And the champagne. And the flowers.
They're not roses, though, because my Willow doesn't strike me as a rose kind of girl... no thorns about her at all. No, I got her violets, because they remind me of her... kind of shy and unassuming, not loud and obvious at all, but all the more lovely for that very reason. The kind of flower your eyes can skip over time and time again, but when you finally *do* notice it...? You find yourself thoroughly taken with it, and wonder why you were ever drawn to the flashy roses and orchids in the world. Yeah, my Red's a violet kind of girl, all right.
So once I'm sure everything's arranged properly, I head off to the magic shop, but there's no one there! I'm confused at first, but then I take a closer look at the books open on the table, and my cool blood runs even colder than usual. They've gone off to fight a *demon*? *Red's* gone off after a bloody fucking demon without me! She'd better not get hurt, because if she *does*, I'm gonna have to *kill* her! And what was the bloody *Watcher* thinking, taking my girl out into the night like that? I may have to kill him, too, but only *after* I've killed the rest of them! They'd better be taking *damned* good care of her!
The anger is still racing through my veins when I find them, almost half an hour later. The moron's limping and holding on to his demon-chit, and I can see a slightly smoking crater in the ground beyond them, and there's Giles and the *other* witch, but I don't see my girl! Xapper starts to say something, but... 'Where's Willow,' I demand. I can feel my eyes going golden, but that's fine with me. I see better in the dark this way, anyway. 'Well?' I'm shouting, I know, but I can't help it. '*Where* *is* *she*!'
His eyes are wide and shocked, just like the demon-girl's, and he jerks his head towards that same smoking pit. If my heart was capable of beating, I'm completely sure it would be going a mile a minute, and my mouth is dry, because... why would she be in that hole in the ground? My fingers are clenched into tight, frightened fists, and... Hell. If she's dead, I'll have to kill myself. I don't want to go on in a world without Willow, and... That's when I see movement at the edge of that scorched area, and her beautiful head of red hair rises from the crater, and I'm so relieved I'm frozen in place!
She straightens up, tossing some sort of oddly shaped sparkly thing to the Watcher, and she steps out of the pit, and I can suddenly move!
I slept in fear... woke in pain...
That's when you came in close to me;
I was cold, like frozen rain...
Your kiss melted me...
You speak your mind, just like a child,
Won't be defined, but when you smile...
I'm not thinking about anything other than the fact that I might have lost her. The thing they faced down could have killed them all easily, and I honestly don't give a flying *fuck* about the rest of them, but *Willow* could have *died*! But she's smiling so broadly, I don't have the heart to yell at her. Still, the overwhelming relief at seeing her alive and unhurt has to come out *somehow*, so I run to her, and I pull her tight against me, and my lips are on hers, my tongue sweeping through her mouth, and... I suddenly forget that we're out in the middle of this little park, and that her friends don't know about us... I forget everything, just happy to have her in my arms again. I chuckle slightly in relief when she melts into me, her fingers running through my hair and down my back, and for the moment, nothing else exists for me. Until the shocked, *angry* voices of the Watcher, the blonde witch, and Xapper the moron-boy break through my haze. I don't want to let go of her, but... I know this isn't how she wanted them to find out. Still, as far as *I'm* concerned, it's just fine.
I let her pull herself from my arms, satisfied with her obvious reluctance, and I just... *stand* there while she tries to explain us to her friends, all the while thinking that if they really *were* her friends, they wouldn't be trying to make her decisions for her. But they are-- trying I mean. Fortunately, she's not having it, though, and I can't help but smile when she tells them that if she chooses to love a soul-less demon, that's *her* business, and that she has no intention of allowing them to come between us.
I can see that the old girlfriend is completely thrown by this new turn of events, and I almost feel sorry for her, but I'm a demon, so... Tough luck for the witch-bitch. Willow's *mine* now, and I'm gonna make damned sure that she *stays* mine! She's embedded deep in my heart, and I'll never let her go.
Your love colours... colours everything...
Your love colours... colours everything...
Your love colours... colours everything...
You're coming to me... fill me and fill me...
Show me your colours, baby...
Your love colours...
So I'm walking her to the new house, and I can tell she's still upset by what her so-called friends said to her... The Watcher actually told her he'd *thought* she was smart, and the witch-bitch called her a nasty little slut... My *personal* favourite, of course, was when the moron called her a traitor to her race. I'm pretty sure I can afford to have them killed slowly and painfully without putting *too* much of a dent in my bank account; I'll have to look into it, because they all deserve to die for hurting my girl that way. Well, all but the demon-girl... Anya. She's the only one who didn't go insane. She just looked at us and smiled, and told Willow 'congratulations', and that she could tell I'd give her lots of orgasms. That was when the others started in, though.
My Red looks at me oddly when I walk past the cemetery, but I just smile and wink at her, and it's amazing to me how something that small can lighten her mood, so I wrap my arm around her shoulders, tucking her under my arm as we walk into the night.
She looks at me oddly again when I lead her through the wooden gate and up the front walk. 'I want to show you something,' I purr, sweeping down to press a swift kiss to her warm, soft lips when she nods. I could lose myself in kissing her for hours, and I'm truly tempted, but... I force myself to pull away, and I walk her around to the back of the house, thrilled when she gasps at the candle-lit yard.
It wasn't easy finding that many glasses to put the candles in, but it was worth it, just to see her smile the way she is. She doesn't even care that the glasses don't match, but then again, I knew she wouldn't. She isn't like that. 'You like it, pet?' I ask her, moaning slightly when she's suddenly in my arms again, and all I want to do is take her right there on the grass, but that's not what this is about... or not right *now*, anyway. Later, definitely.
So I pick her up and carry her to the table, setting her lightly in one chair as I sit in the other. Her eyes are hot on my skin even as I open the bottle of champagne, and once I've poured it, I hand her a glass. I make sure she takes some of the finger foods, and I'm happy just to watch her eating and drinking in the candle light, under the full moon. Finally, though, she asks the question I'd been waiting for, and I'm honestly amazed that she waited so long, but 'Whose house is this?' she says, and I can't help but smirk slightly, even though I'm a little bit scared inside. I'm not entirely sure of how she's gonna react, but... I won't know until I answer, will I? 'It's mine,' I admit after a moment or three, 'And... *yours*, if you want it to be...'
It's the fact that I have no idea of what she's thinking that has me worried now; she's been completely silent for going on five minutes. She's still as a bloody statue, and she's staring off into the back of the yard, and... Damn. What if all this is too much; too soon? What if she needs things to be slower? I should have thought of that.
But *bloody* hell, I can't *take* this slow! Not after all the time I've wasted, knowing her but not *seeing* her! No, I can't take this slowly, and I can't let *her* do it, either. 'Red...' I say, only to fall silent when her jade green eyes finally turn back to me, and... Apparently, there *is* a God, because I can see her answer in her eyes, and it's less than a moment later that I'm up out of my chair, and she's pressed tightly against me, and... Fuck, I *love* this girl! I love everything about her, and it's time she *knows* it! And some day, I'll find a way to lose this damned chip, and then I'll claim her as my own. Hell, I'd do it *now* if I could find a way to keep my head from exploding.
So I pick her up in my arms, and cradle her against my chest as I carry her in through the back door and up the stairs. I don't put her down until we're standing beside the huge bed I bought last night, and I can hear her almost silent chuckles as she takes in the brand new sheets and pillows. But my hands are occupied-- as hers are-- in stripping the too confining clothes from my skin, and then we're on that big, new mattress, and our hands are all over each other, and I pause, poised above her, staring deep into her eyes. 'I love you, Willow,' I finally say, 'I love only you... For always, pet...' and 'Always...' again as I slide-- deeply and fully-- home.
Your love colours everything...
Your love colours everything...
Your love colours everything...
Yeah... show me your colours, baby...
Show me your colours, baby...
End.